Chapter VII – Mandi’s First Assignment (Part One – Arriving In Vegas) free porn video

It was Monday, the day after the incredible sex-filled party weekend my husband Dave and I attended in San Francisco. A lot happened, including a significant change in my job status that included a nice increase in my income.

Before leaving the hotel yesterday, Amy had taken me aside and said she had some news about my first assignment as the new “Executive Analyst” and wanted me to have more background information before I departed. I had a good laugh at that title, which I thought was a clever euphemism for something more accurate, such as “Executive Companion.”

The first thing she told me was that I would leave on Wednesday, not Thursday, as originally planned. She said the office was finalizing my travel and room accommodations and would deliver that information to me tomorrow morning, along with information and guidance about the candidates for employment by one of our partner companies.

Amy also provided more background about my new position and the expectations she and Jeff (Jeffery Scott, her husband, and the company's CEO) had for me. We must have spoken for thirty minutes. What surprised (but didn’t shock) me the most was that she had held this same position for over eight years.

She said, “Jeff and I came to the same conclusion that a particular type of woman, such as you and me, are the best judge of how successful a man will be coming into an upper management position in a publicly held company.

“This includes a direct correlation between their success getting me, and now you, into bed. And yes, I did bed all of those I recommended to be hired, including your current fuck-buddy, Todd.”

After a momentary pause, Amy concluded our conversation by saying, “I want you to go to Vegas with your head held high, your tits standing proud, and being completely comfortable using any and all of your smarts, sexuality, and feminine enticements to find out if you think the two guys Henry and James recommended to us, have what it takes to be successful in our setting.”

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It was noon on Wednesday now, and I was on my way to the San Jose Airport to catch a flight to Las Vegas. If all went to plan, I would arrive at Caesar’s Palace before the 4:00 pm check-in rush.

I found myself to be nervous yet excited and highly aroused. After all, I was heading out on a trip away from home, by myself for the first time without Dave, and into something that I had no actual knowledge about nor experience to know what to expect. But at the same time, I was confident that it would end up being a fun and rewarding experience that will include both exhilarating exhibitionism and sexual pleasures for me.

With Dave and Amy’s encouragement, I decided not to be conservative in the clothes I chose to wear, either in Vegas or while traveling. I had gotten used to both the ogling and the disapproving looks I got when I wore something provocative or slutty. Making eye contact and smiling works wonders both with those who approve and those who do not. But I am comfortable and confident in the person I am, so why change?

I was traveling with two bags, a carry-on suitcase, and one to check. They were filled with a variety of slutwear, including everything from a couple of micro string (or “barely there”) bikinis to a couple of slightly-less-slutty-but-still-provocative skirts and tops to wear during the interviews. No undergarments were packed.

I chose a pair of low-rise jeans with a black leather belt buckle for the flight to Vegas. I matched it with a thin, white, clingy top with a high neckline and long sleeves. It ended about two inches above my navel and molded itself to my tits like it was painted on me. Of course, no under-garments were involved. The swath of bare, tan skin that was on display was eye-popping. I could not be happier… or hornier.

A pair of five-inch high strappy platform wedge shoes, a dangling belly ring, and matching necklace and earrings completed the outfit. I had no doubt it would raise many eyebrows as I walked through the airport or into the hotel.

As I made my way through the airport, I loved how pulling my carry-on suitcase caused my tits to gently bounce and my nipples to prominently press against the thin fabric of the top. I also noticed what appeared to be a pleasant bar that didn't seem to be too crowded. The idea of a glass of white wine suddenly appealed to me. I sat sideways on a raised bar stool in a way that I thought would proudly accentuate my braless tits and bare midriff and hips.

A smiling young male bartender made small talk with me as he poured a glass of Chardonnay. I chuckled to myself as I watched him, as though he might spill my wine. He was having trouble looking away from my tits and hard nipples that were standing out proudly.

I made eye contact with anyone that glanced at me or even paused to check me out. I wondered if anyone would approach me.

One handsome, mid-thirties-looking gentleman took the bait. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked right at me. He used a flattened right hand to pat his chest over his heart, opened his mouth, and rolled his eyes toward heaven as if to express amazement. After a few seconds, he looked back, smiled, and headed over to me.

He immediately asked, “Please tell me where this incredible vision I’m looking at is traveling to, and if it isn’t the same place I’m headed, I might just change my travel plans.”

He was over six feet tall and was dressed casually in jeans and a loose-fitting, short-sleeve sport shirt. He was lean, clean-shaven, and his blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at me. His arms were muscular. My pussy went to full alert.

By chance, the seat next to me was not occupied. I motioned for him to sit down. Laughing, I said, “I’ve never heard that line before. But I won't answer until you tell me where you’re headed. But first, do you have time to join me for a drink?”

“Yes, I do, and it would be my pleasure to join you. My name is Stanley, but please call me Stan.”

"Hello, Stan. I’m Mandi… with an ‘i’ at the end,” I said with a chuckle.

I stood to give him room as he moved to sit on the next barstool. Once he was seated, I said, with a sly smile, “So where are you headed?”

He paused for a moment and then responded with his own sly smile, saying, “I’ll tell you that just as soon as you turn around a couple of times so I can fully appreciate the view.”

I was happy to do that and not only made a couple of slow turns, but when I faced him for the second time, I shook my tits just a little. I sensed a spark between us.

I heard a quick intake of breath, and he said, “You win. I’m going to Las Vegas.”

“You’re kidding? Then you won't need to change your travel plans. That's where I'm going too."

With a big ‘cat that just caught the canary’ look, Stan said, “What brings you to Vegas?”

I decided to double down and said, "Oh no, you have to tell me why you are going there first.”

“I won’t fight that. I’m meeting a couple of buddies to play a little golf and have some fun. Now, what about you?”

“Mostly business. But I hope to fit in some fun and pleasure as well.”

Another sly smile crossed his face, and he said, "When it comes to the fun and pleasure part, I hope our paths will cross again.” I started feeling a good vibe from him and decided to keep the conversation going.

We found out that we were both staying at Caesar’s Palace, but his buddies weren’t supposed to arrive until around ten PM. He suggested that since we both appeared to have some time to kill, we should meet for a drink. I lied and said I wasn't sure about my schedule this evening, but I’d keep that in mind.

My pussy told my brain this was a guy who might provide a very entertaining evening along with his two buddies. Since my first appointment tomorrow wasn't until 11:00 am, I could include some nighttime fun as long as I got to sleep before 2:00 am.

By then, it was almost time to get in line to board our flight. We were on the same Southwest flight. But their unique boarding system meant sitting next to each other was not very likely.

As we stood, he surprised me by gently kissing me on my lips. His lips were full and soft, and they felt so good that it caused my libido to spike suddenly. I suddenly realized I didn’t want him to get away.

I put my arm around his neck, pressed my tits against his chest, and gave him a full, wet, open mouth and tongue kiss. He put his arm around my bare waist, pulled me close to him, and prolonged the kiss. I could feel his erection pressing against me.

He pulled back, looked at me, and said, “That was a pleasant and sexy surprise.”

I replied, saying, “I wanted to make sure you didn’t forget me.”

“I don’t think there is much chance of that happening, but thanks for making sure I won’t.”

After a couple of seconds, he added, “I’d love to have you sit next to me on the flight. Would you be open to that if I can hold a seat until you board?”

“That might fall into the category of being fun and pleasurable. So yes, please try to make it happen.” I had little doubt he would succeed.

As I finally made my way onto the plane, I saw Stan wave to me from about the tenth row. He was in a center seat between an empty window and aisle seats. He motioned for me to slide past him to the window seat.

Stan was no fool. He knew that would give him a chance to check out my ass and maybe cop a feel. I was not disappointed, as that is exactly what happened. As I settled down in my seat and attached my seat belt, I turned to Stan, and with a knowing smile, said, "You are a naughty boy. But that’s okay with me. Naughty boys can be fun.”

The flight from San Jose to Las Vegas only took about ninety minutes, and we both took the opportunity to get better acquainted. As soon as we were airborne he raised the armrest between our seats and leaned a little closer to me. I signaled my approval by leaning closer to him with my right breast resting against his muscular upper left arm. I thought I sensed a low moan escape from him.

He turned more toward me, which pressed his arm more firmly against my breast, and said, “Can I buy you another glass of wine? It might speed the getting-acquainted process.”

“That would definitely be appreciated. Am I correct that having your arm pressed against my breast is part of your idea of the getting acquainted process?”

“Guilty as charged, your honor,” Stan replied, smiling. Then he slightly turned away from me and placed his right hand onto his left arm, just below my breast. Of course, he deftly brushed his hand against my breast as he did. My nipples suddenly perked up, and my libido took another upward spike. It was my turn to let out a low moan.

By then, our plane had reached its cruising altitude, and a flight attendant brought us our two small bottles of wine.

We made a brief toast to fun and pleasure. This meant Stan had to move his right hand off his arm and away from my breast. After taking a few sips of wine, Stan moved his hand back toward me. I caught his arm with my left hand and guided it to my right breast. I heard him suck his breath in as I did that.

I quietly said, "This is a short flight, so let's not play coy. I love to touch and be touched, so once you finish your wine, I'd love to have you slide your hand under my top and onto my tits. I’m guessing that you realized I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said. He quickly downed the rest of his bottle of wine and did as I asked. His warm hand felt glorious as he caressed my bare breasts and gently pinched my nipples.

I took the opportunity to place my right hand on his crotch and felt a hard cock inside his pants. I've felt a lot of cocks recently, and Stan's seemed to be one of the biggest I’d ever touched. I wished I could pull it out and deep throat it right there, right now. But I didn’t think being arrested upon arrival in Las Vegas was a good move.

We spent the rest of the flight 'getting acquainted,' which we both seemed to enjoy. My pussy was very wet, and I hoped the wet spot I could feel between my legs wouldn't be too apparent.

The plane made a smooth landing in Las Vegas, and Stan and I walked together toward the Baggage Claim area. As my company had arranged for a car to pick me up and deliver me to the hotel, I suggested that Stan ride with me. After retrieving my checked suitcase, and his suitcase and bag of golf clubs, I found the driver that was to meet me. He had no problem adding Stan to the ride, and we were quickly whisked to Caesar’s Palace to check in. It was no surprise that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other in the limo.

It was after 3:30 pm, and check-in went smoothly. Before separating, we exchanged contact information and room numbers. We agreed to meet for a drink in the Alto Bar once we were settled and had changed clothes. I was also scheduled to meet with Phillip, the hotel concierge.

My room was more than I expected. It was a mini-suite, with a separate combination bedroom-bathroom. The main living area was well appointed and included a beautiful hot tub in one corner. Some naughty thoughts of how I could be put that to good use immediately entered my mind.

Phillip arrived in my room right on time. He welcomed me professionally and said, “I’ve done a lot of business with Mrs. Scott over many years. She filled me in on your role during your stay. If I may say, she told me confidentially that you are quite the exhibitionist, love to wear revealing attire, and be topless or naked in public. She also mentioned your insatiable sexual appetite. That sounds just like the Amy I knew when she came here. Knowing that, let me offer some information that should enhance your experience with us.

“In Las Vegas, skin is in. Our adults-only Venus Pool officially allows anyone to be topless and typically looks the other way on female nudity unless there is a complaint. The two top nightclubs, Omnia and Cleopatra’s Barge, are okay with women being topless with pasties. But I can arrange for you to be topless without pasties and even naked after midnight if you like. I will provide you with a necklace that hotel personnel will immediately recognize allowing this. I suggest you wear it wherever you go so the staff will become accustomed to seeing you wearing it. It is good in most areas except the lobbies, gaming casinos, or those designated as family-friendly.

“Four VIP passes good at both clubs will be complimentary and will be delivered at the same time as the necklace. If you need more, just ask for them. Do you have any more questions or needs?”

“Not at the moment. It all sounds perfect and should cover everything, Phillip. Thanks so much.”

As Phillip departed, he flashed me a huge grin and a wink, and said, "I'm confident that you'll have a great time while you're here.”

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By now, it was nearly 5 pm. I was naked and about to jump in the shower when my phone rang. It was Stan calling.

"Hi, gorgeous," he said. “I’m all caught up. Are you close to being ready for that drink yet?”

I thought for a minute and then said, "I have what I hope you’ll think is a better suggestion. How about I join you in your room in about thirty minutes for some of that fun and pleasure I was hoping to find?”

There was a brief pause on the line, and then Stan said, “Wow. That’s a much better idea. See you here in thirty.”

I jumped in the shower for a quick freshen-up. My libido was off to the races.

I opened my suitcases and grabbed a thin halter-type sundress that tied behind my neck and had a bare back. It was virtually see-through, but all I needed was something to get me down the hall to Stan's room, as I fully expected it would be on the floor within seconds of my walking in his door.

I slid into a pair of sandals with four-inch heels and was off to Stan's room. I may as well have had a sign hanging around my neck saying, "Please Fuck Me." All the touching and teasing had been fun, but now I was ready to fuck… Right now!

I knocked on Stan's door, and he opened it a few seconds later. He stood transfixed as he looked at me standing at his door. He had an expression that was part astonishment and part unbridled desire.

He gathered his wits and invited me in. Once the door was closed, he said, "Please just stand where you are and don't move. I just realized that I haven’t seen the entire Mandi.”

I stood still for a few seconds with a sexy smile on my face. Then I untied the top of the dress, causing it to immediately fall off and down to my waist. I wiggled my hips a bit, and the dress then slid completely off me and puddled on the floor at my feet.

I was now standing in front of Stan, totally naked except for my heels. I said, “Now you are truly seeing the entire Mandi. Isn’t a naked Mandi even better?”

Stan appeared to be at a loss for words. He continued to stare at me for several seconds and finally said, “I can’t believe that stopping to look at a beautiful woman in the San Jose Airport has turned out so well. You are beyond exquisite. But I may never see you after tonight, and I’d love to have some pictures to remember you by. May I please take a few of you right now?”

“Sure, go right ahead, but only if you promise to send me copies.”

Grinning, Stan grabbed his phone and started clicking away.

While he shot, I continued, saying, “I’m doubly glad you stopped. Are you ready for some fun and pleasure, now?”

Not waiting for Stan to answer, I crouched in front of him, pulled his zipper down, and began to pull his cock out of his pants. He was rock hard and so big that I had to open his pants completely and let them fall to the ground.

I hadn't physically touched him yet, but as I brought the head of his cock to my mouth, I could see he already had a stream of precum leaking from it. I licked it up, then took his cock in my hand and shamelessly studied it.

I'm guessing it was about ten inches long and at least five or six inches around. I could not encircle its girth with my hand. The skin was smooth to the touch, and there were several large, prominent veins running down the shaft. The helmet head was even wider than the shaft. I couldn’t resist saying, “What a magnificent cock. I can’t wait to feel it entering my anxious pussy.”

It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen on a white guy, either in person or in porn videos. It was circumcised, and longer and fatter than only a few I’d seen on black guys.

I engulfed his huge cock into my mouth and took it all way down my throat. I think I shocked him, as I had my nose buried against his pubic bone. I was delighted to see that while he wasn't shaved entirely bare, he was closely trimmed. I heard the camera clicking some more and wondered if he would take any videos.

“Oh my God, I’ve never had any woman deep throat me that well, particularly on the first thrust. I'm not sure any have ever taken me as deep as you are doing right now.”

I pulled back briefly and said, "Wow. Thanks for the compliment. I aim to please. But I’m a greedy slut. I want you and your hard cock to fuck me for at least an hour. So tell me if I should get you off now, and then after a short recovery period you'll be ready to give me what I want and need? Or do you want to go for the gold from the start? But if you do, don’t you dare cum until you’ve given me at least three good orgasms.”

Smiling, Stan looked at me and said, "Then you'd better keep blowing me because you have me so turned on I have no idea how long I'll last."

I said, “Okay, big guy. Let’s not take any chances. I‘m going to see how fast I can make you cum.”

And it didn’t take more than about ten minutes. I started face fucking Stan's cock as fast as I could, taking him all the way into my throat each time. Then I would slow so I could run my tongue all over his balls while his cock was deep in my throat. Controlling my breathing was a challenge due to his size, but I was up to the challenge.

I kept repeating this until Stan hollered out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’ve never had a blow job like this before. I’m going to cum.”

He began shooting stream after stream of his warm pearly juice into my waiting mouth and down my throat. It was tasty, and much more than a mouthful. I couldn’t keep it from overflowing, and some of it ran down onto my tits.

I started to scoop up the excess, but Stan stopped me, saying, “I love seeing a beautiful woman with cum running down her face and onto her tits. Don’t touch it. It looks so hot.”

I agreed, and without my asking, Stan helped me up and led me to the bed. He had me lie down with my pussy and ass near the edge of the bed and used his fingers to spread my engorged outer lips. Then he ran his tongue up the inside of my thighs and drove into my soaking wet pussy. In moments, he had my pussy completely open, and he began eating my pussy with the skills of a man who knew how to please a woman.

I moved my legs so they draped over his shoulders, and he alternated between thrusting his tongue into my pussy and licking and teasing my clit. It didn’t take long for an enormous orgasm to hit me.

It engulfed me like a tsunami hitting Indonesia. I hollered praises of the Almighty and squirted into Stan’s face. But that didn’t slow him down. I was convulsing and shaking like crazy, and my back was arched so that only my shoulders and head were touching the bed. It was indeed one for the books.

It took me several minutes to calm down. When I finally returned to reality, Stan was standing at the side of the bed. It appeared that his cock was ready for more action.

He looked at me lustfully and said, "That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever watched. Now that it's behind you, we should be able to get down to some real fucking. Grab my cock and tell me if I’m ready to fuck you now.”

I grabbed his cock, and found he was rock hard again. I pulled it toward my legs and guided it into my welcoming pussy. The feelings that huge phallus provided as Stan slowly entered me was the most erotic sensation I could ever remember. Every nerve ending in my passage was being intensely assaulted most deliciously. I could clearly feel the edges of his helmet head, and the veins in his shaft were so filled with blood that I could feel them too.

I was now a true believer in the concept of serendipity. The fortuitous meeting in the San Jose Airport had to be the perfect example of fate bringing two compatible people together, even if it was only for a few hours.

Stan and I continued fucking for over an hour in every conceivable position. I enjoyed several more wonderful orgasms, and my pussy juices were everywhere. As we were fucking in the missionary position, I asked him if he liked doing anal. He said, “I do, but most women think I’m too big for them. So I typically stay away from trying that.”

"Well, I'm not like 'most women,' and I'd love to feel your cock easing its way into my ass and then pounding me until you fill my ass with your cum. Would you like that?”

“Absolutely. Which position to want to use?”

“Do me doggie, Stan.”

Stan didn't need any more encouragement, and he began rubbing some of my pussy juices all around my little brown star and told me to get into the doggie position.

I stood on the floor and bent over at the side of the bed. Stan took a moment to enjoy the view of my firm bubble butt that he was about to invade. He slowly eased one, and then two fingers into my ass. My sphincter loosened up quickly, and he began thrusting his fingers in and out of my rear passage. It wasn’t long before I felt I was ready for his big cock to fill my anus.

With my heels still on, my ass was at just the right height for him. Stan pointed his hard cock at my asshole, and I was delighted when it slid right in without any discomfort, just intense pleasure. He had done a perfect job of preparing me.

From that point on, I was in charge. If I thought his cock felt incredible when it first entered my pussy, it felt even better as it slowly slipped into my ass. It seemed to magnify all the sensation I felt when he entered my pussy. I’ve found that the pleasure of anal is almost as much mental as it is physical. It is so naughty, but it feels so fucking fantastic.

After a few slow strokes, he was balls deep in my ass, and I was ready for a good pounding. I told him, “Fuck my ass as hard and fast as you can. That way, I can feel your balls smacking my pussy as you bang my ass.”

As Stan was pounding my ass, I slipped a hand under me and strummed my clit. Then I reached even farther behind me and wrapped my fingers around his cock as it thrust in and out of me.

He must have loved what I was doing, and after about fifteen minutes of glorious ass fucking, I felt his cock swell even more and begin to pulsate. A few seconds later, he exploded into my rectum. That triggered another fabulous orgasm for me, and we both started shaking and hollering out lots of “Oh fucks” and “Oh my Gods.”

After a few minutes of this intense euphoria, we disengaged from each other and collapsed on the bed. We both needed something non-alcoholic to drink and found several chilled bottles of fresh water in the refrigerator.

Stan and I looked at each other, and without saying a word, smiled in a way that carried a strong message of intense satisfaction. We embraced and kissed each other in the most passionate way possible. Only five words were exchanged: “That was totally fucking incredible.”

As we lay recovering on the bed, Stan finally noticed I was wearing a wedding ring. He asked, “Are you married, Mandi?”

"I'm glad you asked, Stan. Yes, I am married and happily so."

Stan, looking puzzled, said, "Looking forward to the rest of the evening, does your husband know you are here in Las Vegas, walking around in skimpy clothing, fucking someone you just met, and maybe fucking two other guys?”

Laughing at Stan’s audacity, I said, “My husband Dave and I have no secrets from each other. We have an open marriage, and if I came home from a business trip to Las Vegas, or anywhere else, without telling him I had fucked several times, he would be totally shocked and hugely disappointed… as I would be too.”

I decided to add, "I'm not a pro if that’s what you might be thinking. I’m a housewife with a full-time job that allows me to travel. I’m blessed with a fine body that I love to show off, and I have an insatiable sex drive. I love to touch and be touched, so there is never any need to play coy with me.

“You may also call me a slut if you like. I think of that word as a term of endearment. My hubby and I are both convinced I was a born slut and exhibitionist.”

“Well, I guess that answers several questions,” said Stan, with a massive grin on his face.

With that question behind us, we both dropped off to sleep for about an hour, and woke up at about 7:30 pm. I felt totally refreshed and, no big surprise, acutely horny again. I’m a classic example of the more sex and orgasms I have, the more I want. Tonight was to be no exception. The thought of also enjoying Stan and his two buddies was already floating around in my brain. My libido was on a steep upward climb.

I told Stan that I needed to take a long shower to get ready for what I hoped would be an equally - or even more - exciting night.

Stan took a minute to tell me that he had texted his two buddies, Nate and Woody, while I was asleep. He said he filled them in about our meeting and forwarded copies of the pictures and video he took of me.

I said, “You took a video of me, too?”

“Oh, yeah. I recorded it while you were deep throating me.”

“Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with a little honest advertising. Please tell me a little something about your buddies.”

“Their names are Nate and Woody, and they are a couple of charming black guys. Nate is tall and Woody even taller. They are both former athletes that stayed in shape. I have reason to know that they are well equipped and experienced in pleasing a woman. I would be dumbstruck if they both didn’t want to fuck you from the moment they arrive. And I’ll bet you’ll feel the same way once you meet them. They are due to arrive around 10 pm, about the time we'll be finishing dinner.”

“You rascal. It sounds like you are trying to set me up to fuck all three of you later this evening. Honestly, I’ve had the same idea, as I love having multiple partners. I can’t wait to meet them.”

I hustled back to my room and unpacked. Once I was settled, I jumped in the beautiful shower and did all those girlie things to get ready for what I hoped would be a fun, sexy, and exciting night.

Wanting to leave no doubt about my intentions for the evening, I started thinking about what I should wear to dinner. The exhibitionist in me was thinking of something scandalous so that I could show off.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Stan, and he said, “Looks like our plans have changed. Nate and Woody just got in. They caught an earlier flight from the East Coast, so they are three time-zones later than us. They’ve seen your pictures and video, and they are hoping to meet you right away.”

“Hmmm. That might be a great idea. I’m more than horny right now, and my pussy likes the idea of not having to wait as long as planned to enjoy you and your two friends. But my brain is asking, ‘What if they don’t turn me on?'”

“That’s a fair question. To answer that, let me ask you a question. How soon after I sat down with you in the San Jose Airport did you know you wanted to fuck me?”

“I was pretty sure in less than five minutes. But I knew for sure when we kissed.”

"Well, that makes it easy. I'll tell the guys to kiss you as soon as they meet you. And if you don’t have their cocks out within thirty minutes of their arrival, we’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

Laughing, Stan said, "You weren't kidding. You are a horny slut, aren't you?"

“Yes, and proud of it. But I need to put something on and spruce up my hair. Give me thirty minutes and then be at my door. Bring something to drink with you.”

“How about just putting on the see-through dress and heels you wore this afternoon, and we’ll be there in fifteen minutes with smiles and something to drink.”

“Oh, all right,” I said, with a faked hint of irritation at Stan's high-pressure tactics. Plus, I was still mildly bummed that I wasn't going to be Mandi, the exhibitionist tonight. Being just Mandi, the slut would have to do.

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Sure enough, fifteen minutes later there was a knock on my door. I was more than ready for them and opened the door.

Standing there was Stan, with two of the most handsome, smiling, black men I had ever seen. They had that same incredulous look on their faces that Stan had when I walked into his hotel room earlier today.

I invited them in, immediately walked back into the middle of the room, and stood still waiting to see what would happen. They looked like they could be professionals in an entrepreneurial enterprise.

Nate, who looked to be about six foot three inches tall, made the first move. He slowly walked up to me and said, in a low sexy voice, “Stan is a lousy photographer. The pictures he sent didn’t come close to capturing how amazingly gorgeous you are.”

He then walked up to me, cupped one of my breasts, and gave me a gentle, open mouth, tongue-filled kiss that was so sexy I almost swooned. But that didn’t stop me from reaching for his crotch to see if I had turned him on. I was not disappointed.

Woody, who stood about six foot five inches tall, was not to be denied. He stepped toward me and said, in an even lower voice, “Nate is correct about Stan being a lousy photographer, but I disagree with his description of you. It did not do you justice. You are breathtakingly spectacular, and the idea that the three of us may be about to enjoy an evening of sexual pleasures and intimacy with you is almost beyond my comprehension.”

He ran his hands over my ass, pulled me tightly to him so I could feel his erection, and kissed my lips with such incredible passion that he had my knees shaking and my pussy gushing.

I stood there proudly with a huge smile on my face, looked at the three sexy hunks, and said, “So, if I understood you two correctly, the three of you want to fuck me senseless for the next several hours. I hope I'm right because that's exactly what I want you to do."

I realized the only logical thing for me to do at this point was to get naked. I reached behind my neck, undid the knot, and let my dress fall to the floor.

Other than my high heels, I was now standing naked in front of three handsome men that were apparently intent on fucking me. I immediately crouched down, motioned for them to come to me, and said in a no-nonsense voice, “Come over here, guys. I want to touch and feel what you have to offer this horny young slut.”

The three immediately surrounded me, and I reached up for their belts, buttons, and zippers. One at a time, I eagerly opened their pants and reached in to see what instruments of pleasure were hidden there. Each one had gone commando, and I was overjoyed by what I was finding. But, as with Stan, I had to drop their pants to the floor to fully expose their magnificent cocks.

It wasn’t long before I had three hard cocks in front of my face. I immediately began alternately stroking and deep throating them, one after the other.

I was in heaven. I was so turned on that my pussy juices were already flowing, and a wet spot had formed on the floor below where I was squatting.

As I took each cock in my mouth, I began by licking the underside of their hard shafts and exploring all the differences between each of them. They were all circumcised and at least nine or ten inches long, some fatter than others. When I got to Woody’s, I found out why he had that nickname. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen, and I didn’t know if I would be able to fully deep throat him. But I did my best and didn’t hear any complaints.

Once I had one of their cocks all the way in my throat, I'd use my tongue on their balls. They all seemed to love that, and they each complimented my cocksucking skills.

I continued face fucking and stroking them for maybe fifteen minutes and was surprised and pleased that none of them had cum yet. I heard Stan say, “I know Mandi’s mouth is fantastic, but I also know her other two holes are even better. It’s time for you two to get properly acquainted with her.”

Nate and Woody helped me up and began running their hands all over me. Woody was to my left and Nate to my right. I wrapped one of my hands around each of their cocks as they tantalized my body with their hands, fingers, and tongues.

Stan stood off to one side and announced, “I’m going to be a spectator for a while. Mandi knows I want to watch her in action. But don’t worry. I’ll jump in when the timing is right.”

Woody used one hand to squeeze and caress a breast, and pull on a nipple, while he slid two fingers of his other hand into my dripping pussy. He pumped them in and out of my cunt several times, added a third finger, and continued to pump even faster. Needless to say, this got my juices flowing even more, and I felt it running down my legs.

At the same time, Nate was caressing my other breast and pinching that nipple, while he was sliding his hand up and down my bubble butt and between my ass cheeks. I felt him searching for, and finding my puckered hole. He moved his hand between my legs, wiped some of my copious pussy juice onto his fingers, and used it as lube to slide one, and then a second finger into my anus. Since Stan’s big cock had been there only a couple of hours earlier, there was little resistance. I moaned as I felt the pleasure of his fingers enter me.

With my tits being fondled and both of my holes probed by two gorgeous black men, I was stroking their rock-hard cocks. An orgasm suddenly rocked through me like a jet plane. I started to shake, my body convulsed, I arched my back, and I hollered out, “Oh fuck, oh fucking fuck,” repeatedly.

Nate and Woody kept me from collapsing as the glorious orgasm tore through me. It took me a couple of minutes to calm down while they kept their fingers in me.

When I recovered, I said, “That was totally amazing. But now it’s time to fuck.” I took each of them by their free hand and practically dragged them into the bedroom. They didn’t seem to object.

Once there, I jumped onto the bed and said with a big grin, “Okay. Which one of you is going to fuck me first?”

Nate and Woody looked at each other, then back at me, and said, “We thought we’d start by the three of us doing something we’d all enjoy at the same time. After we bust a nut and recover, we can switch off depending on who gets hard and when. We want this night to be one you’ll remember for years. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like you’re suggesting a DP,” I replied. “Is that what you have in mind? If so, it’s about my favorite way to fuck, and I’m all for it. What are we waiting for?”

Since all I saw were smiles and a thumbs-up sign, I said, "Then who is going to be in my ass?"

Nate said, “Start with me, Mandi. Woody might be more than you can comfortably handle.”

Nate got on the bed on his back, looked at me, and said, “Hop on my love pole, Mandi. It’s been waiting for your ass ever since I saw your pictures."

I immediately straddled Nate’s hips with my back to him, in the reverse cowgirl position. I slowly squatted down on his (at least) ten thick inches of black magic as he guided it into my puckered hole.

Since Stan’s big cock had been in my ass just a couple of hours earlier, it didn’t take long for Nate’s cock to work past my anal ring. I could feel every edge, every vein, and the texture of the skin as my more than willing anal passage engulfed it.

I was lying on my back on Nate’s chest with his hands cupping both my tits. I watched in awe as Woody gave his monster cock a few final strokes, knelt between my legs, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down on my slit.

He finally eased his enormous black phallus into my welcoming, gushing pussy. He and Nate exchanged some silent communication, and then they both started thrusting into me in a nearly perfect rhythm. They had obviously done this before.

I played with my clit, and my head was spinning from the intensity of this double penetration. An orgasm immediately enveloped me, and I was taken to a sexual pinnacle I’m not sure I’d ever been to before. I've enjoyed several DP's with previous lovers, but the three of us seemed to have a special rapport that made this one extraordinary.

This was a moment I wouldn’t soon forget, and I reveled in the sensory overload I was experiencing. I kept screaming, “Oh God, don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” It felt like I was in one continuous orgasm.

I was determined for this to last as long as possible. But even in the middle of this incredibly intense fucking, some semblance of normalcy seemed to return to my brain. I looked at Stan and saw that he was stroking a rock-hard erection while he watched the action. But I wanted him to be involved as well.

I waved him over to this orgasmic pile of bodies and told him to stuff his hard cock into my mouth. Stan was more than eager to accept my invitation, and in moments I took his hard cock all the way down my throat. The three of us were now experiencing an “Airtight," and I was truly in “slut heaven.”

I wished this would never end, but it was inevitable that the guys were all going to cum shortly. I lost track of how long we kept pounding each other in a nearly frenzied manner.

Inevitably, the guys finally reached critical mass, and miraculously they blew their loads at nearly the same time. Woody was the first to bust a nut, and I told him I wanted his cum all over my tits. Stan moved out the line of fire as Woody pumped rope after rope of pearly cum all over my tits and stomach.

That must have triggered Stan’s climax, and he added his creamy load to what Woody had deposited on my tits. Then he quickly grabbed his phone and started taking more pictures and videos.

Nate yelled out that he was about to cum. I wanted to taste and swallow his cum. I freed my ass from his cock, turned around, and looked him right in the eye. Then I swallowed his cock down to the root just as he exploded into my mouth and down my throat.

Nate appeared to be slightly shocked and said, "I've seen porn stars do ass-to-mouth, but Mandi is the first woman I've ever known to do it. That is so naughty but so hot. Thank you.”

I reassured Nate that I only do this when I've adequately prepared for it, as I did today.

Stan continued to tell me not to disturb the cum that was all over me until he finished shooting.

Thankfully, it was still early. I said I’d be ready for round two whenever one of them was ready to go.

The rest of the night was a maze of fucking and sucking with some eating and drinking mixed in. I enjoyed it immensely and got a bit of an extra thrill when I answered the door for room service totally naked.

And yes, I was able to take Woody in my ass!


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